Trapped With The Beastly Mafia.

Chapter4

Alessia’s POV

We were seated at the dining table, waiting for the maids to serve the food. I felt the heated glare on the side of my head but I ignored it as my mind went back to the altercation at the gym.

“Who the hell am I?I should be asking you the same question.” I fired back, still trying to wriggle my way out his grip. With my both hands twisted behind me, and the feeling of cold gun pressed on my head, I had to think fast.

He chuckled sinisterly. You have the nerve to sneak into my house and you want to know who I am?” He responded angrily this time. I heard him pull off the safety.

“I'm Alessia, and Uncle Marco owns this house and he brought me here,” I replied.

“You're Alessia, Mr Lucheese’s daughter?” He asked, making sure he was right. I nodded still feeling adrenaline rush through me. That's when the bastard released my hands reluctantly and I swung my fist to his throat causing him to lose balance and dropping his gun.

I picked up the gun pointing it at him, “who the bloody hell are you and how is this your house?”

“You have three seconds to talk before I blow your f*****g head off.” I said, mimicking his earlier words.

He has the audacity to chuckle. “I'm Lorenzo Maccini, your uncle Marco’s son.” He said mockingly. He didn't even seem fazed by the gun pointing at him, even though he could see that I can very well use a gun.

“Dad, you never mentioned you were returning with a new toy and it turns out to be Lucheese’s daughter,” he said, still staring at me with a smirk.

There was silence, you could hear a pin drop while I glared daggers at him.

Last night, my south was pulsating just cause Uncle Marco looked at me some type of way…. If his phone hadn't rung, I might have let him touch me…

I knew he was very turned on, from his hooded eyes and the way he kept shifting to adjust…..

Uncle Marco took a deep breath, “I'm not in the mood for your sarcasm and arrogance. This is Alessia, and I'm glad you know she is Lucheese's daughter. You'll respect her and treat her right” he said.

“I see you've got no manners, neither have you got respect. So from now on mister, I'll ignore you.” I said to him, I watched his jaw tick which gave me the satisfaction I needed to dismiss him and act like I didn't imagine his father's fingers in me last night.

Dinner was finally served, which helped my mind get busy.

Thinking back to my now non-existent family, I must have sighed heavily, looking lost. Because next thing I heard was uncle Marco’s voice echoing into my thoughts, and it snapped me back to reality.

“Alessia, Alessia, Les!”

“Huh,” I answered, sounding so out of it. “Are you alright?” Uncle Marco asked. “Is the food not to your liking Les”

“Uhmm…yeah it's okay. I guess I'm just getting adjusted to my new life now.” I replied with a tight smile.

“It's okay Les, take all the time you need. I'm always here for you,” he said, stroking my arm in a flirty way. “I'm sure Lorenzo will warm up to you soon” he said, giving his son.

Lorenzo’s eye dropped to my arm where his father was stroking me. Then he looked back at me, his gaze blazing with what I couldn't describe.

“I just lost my appetite, Buona notte Pa. I'm heading to my penthouse tonight.Have fun with your new toy.” He said as he stood up and stormed out of the house.

You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. “That went well” I muttered. “Don't mind Lorenzo” uncle Marco said, “he is uhmm.. a bit hot headed that's all.”

I nodded and continued my dinner, trying to brush off the feeling of unease.

As soon as dinner was done, I bid Uncle Marco goodnight. He looked like he wanted to say something but decided against it.

“Good night Les,” he said.

*****

I kept turning on my bed, my mind drifting to thoughts of uncle Marco. He looks at me like he wants to devour me. His hooded eyes had me squirming on my chair while we ate dinner.

I was soaked. I had never felt that way before but I wasn't naive. I knew I wanted him to f**k me senseless. Thinking about that, I wanted to touch myself so badly. If I crossed that territory, touching myself and imagining it's Uncle Marco, I may never be able to go back.

I kept on tossing round, the sleep I hoped for evaded me. “Maybe a glass of milk would help me.” I left my room, took quite strides down the stairs. Only to be met with darkness, but then, there was a bit of light illuminating from the parlor. Ignoring the light, I went to the kitchen rummaging through the fridge for a bottle of milk. But I didn't find any. Just then I heard the noise behind me, startling me.

“Are you in need of anything? “ Uncle Marco asked. “yes I needed a glass of milk but I couldn't find any in the fridge.”

“Would a glass of wine help?” He asked. I thought for a while. “Yea, I guess so.”

“Come with me.” I walked nervously behind him to the parlor.

“Sit down, I'll get you a glass.” We both sat silently on the couch, nursing a glass. I felt his eyes on me, boring into my skin. I wore a little night dress that was revealing, so it didn't help the s****l tension we both felt.

He suddenly took my hands into his, palming it softly and making my body burn.

“Alessia, I want to know, you're safe here and nothing will happen to you. I'll take care of you if you let me.” he said, making my face flush. I got the innuendo….. ‘’ I know Uncle Marco, "I replied shyly, "I already feel safe.”

His eyes lingered on my face, suddenly, he pulled me closer to him, leaned down, capturing my lips in a torn curling sizzling kiss. I felt him bite my lips and I gasped, he gained entrance, deepening the kiss.

We both pulled away after what seemed like hours, panting heavily. He chuckled, “Just like I imagined, so soft.”

Let's take this somewhere else, he said holding my hands. He led me to on if his rooms. I could tell because the place had his scent all over.

“Let's start with more wine” he said but it sounded more like a question. I nodded, my heart beat accelerated while I took out the wine and poured into our glasses. His dark hooded eyes never left me.

As we sipped our wine, I saw his pupils dilate. He reached out and stroked my cheeks, sending shivers down my body and I could feel my wetness drip down my thighs making me clasp my legs together.

“Alessia”, he whispered, his hot breath fanning my face. I sighed in response. “You're beautiful.” He said, “and I want you badly.” I felt my flush, no one has ever made me feel this way. “I want you too.” I said, damning the consequences.

His eyes filled with desire, his gaze dropped to my lips and before I knew what was happening, he kissed me. This time it felt different.

I stared deep into his eyes and gradually my head touched with his. I moved my eyes, staring at his lips as I gently caressed it.

“Les” he called out, his voice above whispering. I leaned backward, staring at him, his eyes looking faint already.

“Alessia, what do you do to me?” he suddenly grabbed his chest.

“Oh- I gapsed and then bursted into laughter knowing fully well that he is beginning to act on my compound. Just a little spite in his drink and the Almighty Maccini has fallen.

“Why did you have to do it?Why did you have to kill my parents?” I whispered into his ears.